AFTERNOON COFFEE AT CAFE CARCOSA

Oil on canvas. WHAT IS TIME TO US? We stand outside time. There is a cafe. The sound and smell of cooking and freshly ground coffee Sooth in ways words and images cannot. The ritual: Communal - Communing - Consuming. Outside, everyday brings a new apocalypse The spiritual ash of the past seeking desperately to smother the Now. But inside It is warm and bright. This is a safe place. Hand written talismans To the archangels of the cardinal directions Are hidden between the walls. Initiate the hearth frequency. A lost generation of daemons, exorcists and magicians Share lessons and jokes and detoxify from the world without. Enjoy the coffee. It's on the house. 👁️‍🗨️